Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-10-29

Icharge thee by the years gono by.
For the love OF brethren doar,
Koep, than. the ono truo way
In work and play,
Lest In the world the!r cry
WOO thou hear.
TEE SOURCES HEIR.
Aid; serve him. right!' said Mrs,
Wvnh art, grimlly.s
IfMrs. Yynlart had;;@liYed In
ancient times, she would most as
suredly have been ranked among
the Seribes and Phar;sees. She
was always criticising and finding
fault. Nobody suited her. And
whensshe spoke out.of the door,
decisive, sentence above recorded,
she etsdown the teakettle witllsan
emphasis that jingled the veryllid.
The neighhors hadslMens there to
drinktea: Whenever anything of
social Importance happened in
Sandville, the, neighbors always
went.somewhere to drink tea. And
Mrs. Wynhartsha plum cake and
.frizzled beef, fresh donghnuts and
damson jelly, to celebrate the oc-.
casion. And now that the com-
pany was gone (Sandville people.
always uttheir knitting in a bag
and went home early, on account Of
the beach road and the rising tides
Luella, the eldest sdaughter, was
washing up the dishes, and VIM
fred, the younger, was chopping
raisins for a pudding.
sOh, MOTHER pleaded Winifred,
who was affair. haired, clerry-lippel
girl, always hanging down her
head{like a wild anemone, don't
talk in that way, pleased
sMother's right enough said Ln
ella.
why shouldn't I talk that way9
Jack9Jelliffe was a wild fellow, ii
waysscareering around the country
whenshe'd ought to be at home
reading his sNotes on the Catchizne
.Butsmother,' ventured Winifred
syoulet.him come here to see Lue
la, when you supposed he was Old
Cor;yo C,pn,op1s hair;
sIconIdn't put him out doors,
could#l9' retorted Mrs. Wynhart
severely. aBesides that's quite a
different thing. Squire Sandman
ougIir.to. know his. own nephews
better than anyone else, and he's
left 81 his mon e td Saneon, while
. a ai. las only 20 tssh Beach aEnn,s
where there's nothing on earth but
seaweed and sapphire aud long
CLANS to be had
Its an unjust WILL said Wiui-
fred, reddening to the very roots Of
her faxcn hair
.Hoity, toity!' said Mrs. Wynhart,
wheeling suddenly around and re-
gardlng Winiired sarcastically
through the moon like sphere OF
her silver spectacles. what bust
ness was it Of yours, I'd like to
know9 He never will be Lnella's
husband nowp
There never was an engage
ment,' said Luella, cavallerly. OF
course, a girl must amuse herself;
but didn't care for him.
Winifred looked up with hersoft
eyes trimming over with tears
Was there no such thing, she ask
ed herself, as truth and loyalty in
the worldY VIII, did they all turn
against him in this way, just when
his uncle's will had so cruelty dis
appointed himF
So Mrs. Wynhart and Luella
went to the weekly Chorus of
Song,' where Deacon Thorney led
tue tunes very much through his
nose, and Miss Betsy Boxfeld la
bored after, on a leaky melodeon,
which wheezed audibly at every
note, and Winifred remained be
hind to darn the stockings, and
put her twin brothers to bed.
Some one must stay to see that
Benjamin and Abjah don't set the
house on fire. said Mrs. Wynhart.
sAnd Winifred meyer cared for
music added Luella, NOR for So
ciety, either
1t was the way in which matters
were always decided in the Wynn
hart household. b Winifred was
quite used toit,anl never DIRE AIMED
OF making an app
Lucia WAS undi 5tedlythe beau
ty of the family; but there we're
those who might have preferred
the yellow locks and limpid blue
eyes of the young sister, in spite OF
her.round, little nose, land the mouth
which was perhaps too wide for
classic comparison.
But while she sat their alone,
with the twins snoring upstairs.and
the fire cracking on the hearth,
and the golden March moon Climb
ing the sky, there came q tap at
the door, and in walked no less a
parsonage than Jack Jelliffe him
self.
ooh, Jack!' said winifred, jump
ing up with a slight scream.
Yes, it's 1, said Jack, somewhat
moodily. i just met your mother
and sister. they wouldn't speak